[ closed for bros ] it's pie love between two guys

[mccallmemaybe]

Who: Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski
What: bros sharing pie
When: Day 290
Where: Odin, Room 101
Rating: probably PG-13 for language

[ Stiles had committed one of the most shameful offences as a best friend.

He'd been given pie and hadn't mentioned or shared it with Scott. Scott had to find out from someone else. Oh the audacity of it all. Scott didn't think he could ever forgive Stiles for that...

Until Stiles invited him over for pie, which meant Stiles was totally forgiven. He also had a present for Stiles since he seemed a little down in the dumps lately.

They had a secret knock they'd come up with years ago so Scott performed it against the door. ]

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[mccallmemaybe]

[ Scott shrugged back at him. ] I don't know. I don't know how a shadow wolf's mind works...

Hey, before you eat your pie, I have a present for you. [ It was in his backpack he brought with him. He unzipped the bag, pulled out the wolf hat (girl not included unfortunately) and held it out to him. ]

You've been acting weird lately and I don't know why. It's up to you whether you want to talk about it, we don't have to... I just wanted you to have this to remind you that you'll always be part of my pack, even if you don't have claws.

[teenyoda]

[Stiles looked at the hat, complete with the little pocket gloves and just gave Scott a weird look. Then he explained it and damned if Stiles didn't feel his eyes tear up just a little.]

... Thanks. Really.

[He hadn't known that Scott had been paying much attention to how he'd been acting lately, weird or not, so this was just a subtle reminder of why he and Scott were best friends in the first place. Because out of anyone, he did pay attention to Stiles.]

I mean it. It's, uh, cute.

[Which wasn't something Stiles thought was a 'Stiles' thing so much as it was a Scott thing, but that was okay. It was a gift and he was going to like it. In fact, he was going to wear it right now. He put it on, the scarf sides dangling down as he reached for his pie.]

How's it look?

[mccallmemaybe]

[ Scott is the cutest best friend who gives the cutest presents.

He pretended he didn't see how shiny Stiles' eyes looked because that's what bros did. Tugging on the sides of the hat, he didn't want to say Stiles looked adorable in case that put him off wearing it... but he did look adorable. ]

Looks good. [ He nodded approvingly. ] Anyone who says otherwise is just jealous they don't have a hat as awesome as yours.

[teenyoda]

Where did you even get a hat like this?

[He was going to keep it on all day, Scott. All. Day. And if anyone gave him looks, he'd singe their eyebrows off.]

[mccallmemaybe]

From one of the stalls at the festival. I should have got one for myself.

[ Maybe they could share it. Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays Stiles gets the hat. Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays Scott gets it. Stiles gets more days because Scott loves him.

Anyway, there was pie to be had. Scott dug his spoon into his slice and scooped some into his mouth. ] I can't believe you got free pie. [ He said whilst chewing. ]

[teenyoda]

I know, right? And I didn't even have to get arrested for it.

[He had a smile on his face because of that. Yes, Scott, he'd share the hat with you, but you sort of came with your own version of it. Only less furry and cute. Scott's wolf face was kind of scary, but that could also be because the wolf face had tried to eat him before. Stiles was scarred. Scarred for life.

And Derek just looked fugly when he changed. Like a... a troll butt.]

[mccallmemaybe]

You're not planning on getting arrested, are you? [ He'd already bailed one friend out of jail. Not that Stiles considered that person a friend. ]

[teenyoda]

[Most likely because that person was a giant stinky asshole. Scott needed better friend standards. Other than himself.]

No, I'm not planning on getting arrested. My dad would have a shitfit. "Oh, hey dad. Yeah, I was kidnapped to this totally different universe with gods and stuff and I could totally Torch on and stuff, but then I got arrested and had to get broken out with a file in a pie because eww, cake." That'd go over well.

[mccallmemaybe]

Yeah but what happens in Asgard stays in Asgard, since we don't remember being here if we get sent home. He'd only find out if he came here and you told him. [ Wait, he was supposed to be discouraging Stiles from getting arrested. ] Knowing your dad, he'd probably sense you getting arrested from another universe. [ And Stiles would feel his dad's disappointment from another universe too. ]

[teenyoda]

[Yes, because the Stilinski men were that close. Besides, Scott knows he'd be sitting in the cell beside Stiles if he ever got busted. Just like a best friend should.]

Yeah, and then he'd kick my ass for something when I got home, but he wouldn't know what.

[mccallmemaybe]

[ If Scott ever found himself in a prison cell, it would definitely be Stiles' fault. Talking about Stiles' dad made him think of his mom... ]

I can't believe I've been away from my mom for almost a year. [ He felt a sudden pang of missing her and quickly ate some pie to make it go away. Yep, comfort eating was the way to go right now. He hoped Stiles wouldn't be away from his dad that long...

And then he felt like a douche because at least his mom was alive, and here he was complaining that he hadn't seen her in a while. ] Sorry.

[teenyoda]

[Stiles was used to comments like that and it wasn't like Scott ever said them with any sort of malicious intent. Truth be told, Scott's mom was like a surrogate to him, whether she wanted to be or not. He knew how Scott felt and he stabbed his fork into his pie.]

It's okay. I'd miss her too if I was away for a year. She was doing good last time I saw. She was okay with, uh, the whole thing, so...

[mccallmemaybe]

Yeah, Isaac told me. [ After a nightmare he'd had where his mom reacted very badly to finding out he was a werewolf and promptly stabbed him. ] I can't believe she knows... I just hope she's not in more danger from knowing.

[teenyoda]

Gerard was a dick about it, but, you know, Gerard. But hey, you got the drop on him, right? Mountain Ash, buddy.

[He chewed his next bite slowly, looking down at the rest of the pie on his plate.]

I'm not going to lie, I'm kind of jealous about it. I wish I could tell my dad.

[mccallmemaybe]

I'm so glad that worked...

[ Scott pushed down on the nose of the wolf hat so it covered Stiles' eyes. ] Maybe you should tell him.

[teenyoda]

[He stopped chewing, wondering if Scott could feel the look he was giving him through the fabric of the hat.]

I want to. I mean, he needs to know. He keeps getting too close to werewolfy stuff and he doesn't have a clue.

[But Derek and Chris Argent had both given him 'solemn talks' about him running to the sheriff with information of anything amiss. It pissed him off.]

[mccallmemaybe]

[ He could feel the look. He's pretty sure if he pulled down the hat to cover Stiles' entire face, he'd know which expression Stiles would be making at him. ]

And it sucks lying to him. [ Scott understood that part well. ] It can't hurt to have a sheriff in the know... [ Or maybe it could. Which is why he left it up to Stiles decide. ]

[teenyoda]

He needs to know. [The idea of his dad getting mauled by a werewolf scared the crap out of him. What if he got bit by an Alpha? What if his dad because a werewolf? What if his dad had to be part of Derek's pack? Oh my god, no. No. No. NO. He and Scott could make their own non-Derek pack.]

[mccallmemaybe]

[ Scott pulled the wolf hat back up again so he could see Stiles' eyes and look into them with his own comforting ones. ] Stop thinking bad thoughts.

[teenyoda]

Bad thoughts? I'm not thinking bad thoughts.

[This was an example of shitty lying, right here. Ding, ding.]

[mccallmemaybe]

Then tell me what you're thinking about. [ Knowing how Stiles' mind works, Scott's totally going to regret asking this. ]

[teenyoda]

[Stiles looked over at Scott, trying to not see the blatant attempt to puppy eye the information out of hi-- oh, hell. He sighed, ducking his head and breaking off another piece of pie.]

I worry about him. This whole thing has me wondering if I'm still there or just here or whatever, because you were definitely with me after Lydia's party and I just...

I can't leave him, Scott. I can't lose him. It feels like this place is making me pick you or him, stay here or go, and I... I can't lose either of you. You guys are all I have left. What if I'm not there and all the bad stuff is and he just walks right into it because no one's told him not to? I can't keep him safe here, Scott.

[mccallmemaybe]

[ Scott was expecting Stiles to make something up or say something randomly weird. Instead he got the truth from Stiles which made him forget about his pie and place his hand on his best friend's shoulder. ]

You're not losing either of us. [ He squeezes Stiles' shoulder. ] Your dad's okay. I don't know how this place works but he'll be safe until you get back, the same goes for my mom. Don't torture yourself by thinking the worst. Please. [ Because if Stiles sticks to bad thoughts like that, Scott will start thinking the same way. ]

[teenyoda]

[It was easy for Stiles' mind to sink into the bad thoughts. He'd seen enough bad things happen and it just seemed like it was always the worst case scenario with him. So picturing his dad having something happen was just easy for him, even though it made him sick to think about it.

He looked up at Scott, seeing that look of concern and patting the hand on his shoulder.]

Sometimes I think I wouldn't have gotten this far if you weren't ridiculously optimistic.

Thanks, man.

[mccallmemaybe]

[ In one split second Scott was back to grinning again. ] It's why you love me, right?

[ Because he always has hope that things are okay or will be okay, and the day he loses that hope will be a very sad day indeed. ]